Like I know Logan is headcanon as the dominant one in a relationship but sometimes I feel he can fold if his partner just caresses his face and calls him an affectionate nickname he would just soften and fold so quickly.
He's being a hardass and then you come in with a caress to the face followed by a loving "My love" and he would crumble so quickly.
(This is coming from the fact that I would call my partners sweet names in Spanish- Mi Amor, Cielo, Precioso/a, Corazon ect. But mostly amor.)
NOOOO FR HE'LL MELT AT ANY SIGN OR AFFECTION OR SOFTNESS YOU GIVE HIM!!!!
He'd could be a raging beast (scott pissed him off) and you can be like "My love, what's wrong?" and a soft touch of the arm and he just turns into jelly.
He def loves petnames too. I mean he calls everyone a nickname, he wants one too! I'm particular to baby, sweetheart, my love, honey, the most but honestly every pet name is SO cute and he'll just love being called something sweet.
or like you said, he's being a hardass, maybe training students and all, got that big tough guy front and you come out to greet him with a "hello sweetheart," and a kiss on the cheek and he's got little hearts around his head and a goofy grin and slouched shoulders. you give him a little scratch under the chin and he's like a dog kicking his leg as he stares at you like you're his world (you are)
there was this post going around earlier this week about your dom being one "good boy" away from being a total submissive. Thats Logan 1000000000%%%% he's all bad and tough, but he's a slut for praise- he's a dom, but only because he wants to please you.
last night i dreamed that i befriended an animatronic ghost girl named stone at a critical role theme park and the people who made the animatronic were super impressed because they had not programmed her to befriend people, but rather to be spooky and scare people.Ā they were like,Ā āis she bugging you?Ā she isnāt supposed to do that,ā and i was like,Ā āno, this is my child now.āĀ she took me to see her grave at one point, which means my subconscious forgot she was a robotic toddler and not an actual ghost.
i have seen like 10 episodes of critical role and i have no idea if there are any dead toddler girls in it that would justify someone making a ghost girl animatronic to scare patrons, but my brain decided that that was logical, i guess.
It is very late when Aili finally reaches a decision. Despite the hour, she climbs the stairs up towards the Inquisitorās suit of rooms, banking on Uthvir still being awake for one reason or another. Attempting to save the world is a big job, even with the aid of their advisors, and she thinks that having so much control over so many peopleās lives would certainly be enough to keep her up at night.
It turns out to be a safe bet. They answer the door almost immediately after she knocks, which quiets any niggling concern she had felt about potentially waking them. Although, she is surprised to see that they are still wearing most of their heavy plate armor.
"You were planning on going to bed like that?" Aili blurts, blinking at them curiously. It is...not quite how she intended to begin this conversation. She can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, shifting her weight slightly and glancing down at her bare toes.
For their own part, Uthvir simply looks amused.
"I had not planned on sleeping at all, truth be told," they tell her with a curling grin, "And neither, I suspect, were you, since you seem to have found your way to my doorstep. Have you reconsidered my proposal from this afternoon?"
"Y-yes," she stammers out, "About thatā¦ I have been thinking a lot about what you said. And I thinkā¦we should talk. Can I come in?"
"Of course," they reply with a courteous bow and a sweeping gesture of their arm, pushing the door open wider to allow her to step inside.
Aili walks up the short flight of stairs leading into the main part of their chambers, and stops near a couch pressed up against the railing. Uncertain of what to do with herself. Standing seems too formal, and sitting seems too casual, and all in all, escaping out the balcony window is starting to look like the best solution to everything.
Instead, she settles for leaning against the banister and knotting her fingers together nervously while her gaze flits about the room.
Uthvir seems to have some sort of strange fixation with the color red. Red sheets. Red drapery. A large Antivan floor rug with a swirling pattern of red and gray and gold. And furs tossed over everything. Itās as if their bedchamber is some strange cross between a hunting lodge and what she has always supposed a brothel must look like on the inside.
Peculiar.
"Soā¦" Uthvir says leadingly, slinking up behind her on the stairs and settling themselves on the arm of the couch closest to her. Invading just enough of her space to make her squirm slightly. When they speak again, their voice is nearly a purr, "I believe you wanted to ātalkā about something?"
"R-right," she confirms, "About what you said this afternoon. Iāveā¦Iāve thought about it, andā¦ I think we get along well enough. I mean, we havenāt known each other for a terribly long time, but you have proven yourself to be trustworthy, and clever, and braveā¦ Um. And Iād be lying if I said I couldnāt see the advantages it would give my people. And I doā¦ I do like you. Soā¦"
Aili clears here throat and lifts her gaze to meet their eyes.
"Soā¦Yes. I will be your wife. Ifā¦if you want."
Uthvir blinks at her.
"You will beā¦my wife?" they repeat slowly, clearly at something of a loss.
"Iā¦um. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I hadn't actually realized you were making attempts to court me," Aili tells them with a shy smile, cheeks pinking slightly. "But when I actually stopped and thought about it, it was all so obvious. I mean, you're always being nice to me and listening to my advice, and then you started with the gifts for both me and my clan. The armor, and the stave from Val Royeaux. That barrel of apples I wanted. And those books. The extra food rations and the halla you sent to my people. It isā¦almost excessive for the dowry tradition, honestly, but I suppose I was a little slow to catch on. And Iā¦ I am touched, that you followed our customs. I know that you do not adhere to many of the old ways, now that you have left your clan."
"So, when I told you that I wanted to sleep with you this afternoonā¦ That is a common marriage proposal in your clan?" Uthvir wonders.
"Well, not exactly," she laughs, "It just happened to be what opened my eyes to yourā¦um. Interests? It took me a little while to figure out what exactly you might be interested in, precisely. Butā¦we work well together, and I know that some people have been trying to persuade you to choose a partner in order to make you seem a little moreā¦approachable. It makes sense." Ā
"I do not need to seem approachable," Uthvir says with a dismissive wave of their hand. A strange expression flits across their face as they regard her for a moment, curiosity quickly melding with resolution. "However, I am pleased to hear that you have decided to accept my proposal."
Aili's smile broadens exponentially, and she reaches out to lightly touch the back of their hand.
"We can build a life together," she tells them, "Our own happiness in our own way."
"I assume that Dalish marriages also involve having sex with one's spouse," Uthvir notes with an approving hum, "We could get in some early practice for our future life, if you like. There is a rather convenient bed positioned only a few feet away from us. Not that the bed is a necessity for such things. The couch is also rather close at hand, if you prefer."
"Your enthusiasm is flattering," Aili laughs, blushing yet again, "But Iā¦ Um. I'm still sort of adjusting to the idea ofā¦all of this. I'd like a little more time, if that's alright."
"Courtship could take several decades, in the days of the Empire," Uthvir sighs in mostly feigned disappointment, "I suppose I can manage to wait for our wedding, if that is your preference."
"Patience is a virtue," Aili says, leaning forward slowly and pressing a careful kiss against their cheek. Her face is flushed all the way to the roots of her hair, but she grins at them regardless, "But it is not one that I have been particularly blessed with. You areā¦very beautiful. And I amā¦not uninterested. I justā¦don't have a lot in the way of experience, that's all. Everything is a bit new to me. I'd think it would be nice to take things a little slowly. At least at first. "
"Well, this is my first time being engaged to someone," Uthvir admits, "I suppose I can see the novelty in savoring such a thing. And I am certainly not about to force your hand."
There is a bit of an awkward pause, in which neither party is entirely certain what to do next. Eventually, Aili nods and shifts her weight as though to move away from them. Her hands fiddling nervously with her sleeves.
"W-well," she begins, "I guessā¦that's really all I had to say. Um. Try and get some sleep, if you can. It's not good for your health to stay up late all the time. Andā¦good night, I guess."
Uthvir stands, reaching out to take hold of her wrist just before she can begin her retreat towards the door.
"May I kiss you good night?" they ask, "It seems appropriate, given the circumstances."
Aili swallows thickly, managing a nod. Her breath catches when they move closer. Her heart speeding up into a pounding rhythm.
Uthvir bends their head slightly, and presses their mouth to hers. And for all their spikes and armor and dry wit, it is unaccountablyā¦sweet. She leans into them after a moment, tilting her head slightly when they lift a hand to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck. Her hands move tentatively to their upper arms, sighing into their mouth as her body relaxes. Shifting from mild anxiety to a sort of tingling contentment.
When they withdraw, she feels warm and dizzy. And almost eager to try kissing them again. Along with a few other things.
"Good night," Uthvir whispers, looking entirely too pleased about the dazed expression on her face.
"Good night," Aili manages to rasp out in reply, reluctantly pulling away and heading down towards the door to return to her on chambers. She hesitates for a moment, pausing with her hand on the doorknob, turning back to look at her future spouse standing at the top of the stairs.
She rolls the word around in her mouth for a moment, as though trying to decide if she likes the taste of it. But when she meets their eyes again, it comes out almost naturally. Almost.
My brain when I need to get actual work done - āthink about space tears. Oh man, thatās so artsy, right? I know itās not possible. But just think about it.ā
Here I am, actually writing a note about a dream, in which I was writing a note about dreaming I was selling Rhettās muskā¦ Yepā¦ Rhettās muskā¦ š
Iāve started having dreams where Iām back at high school and getting up to stuff and shenanigans and I also keep trying to transfer to a different high school for my senior year. Fuck, whatever brain. Like, literal interpretation, yes I hated my school but I would have just been as depressed and miserable at the other, better schools first.
Figurative, metaphorical interpretation; not happy, need a change, want to be with the cool kids, away from my family, im miserable? Who can say.
